MCF is Driving fast and erratic.(DP:Top view following the car as it speeds through generic downtown)
S1
Inside the car. MCF is between sobs and laughing.
(She’s obviously been through something dramatic and her adrenaline is flowing.)
MCF: I Fucking did it! (Looking at herself in the rearview mirror. Wiping throwup from her chin)
MFC: cock suckers GOTTA let a bitch in after this.
(MCF pulls out her phone and holds it to her ear.)
MCF: I’m almost there, meet me outside. I got something for you! Just meet me outside! And make sure we have some extra hands. I barely got it in the trunk. (Giggles as she hangs up)
S2
Homies are sitting on the steps outside of the crib as MCF pulls up. She comes to a screeching stop. Homies get up and walk up slowly with a look of confusion.
MCF jumps out of the car meeting their stares with a proud smile. They Stop a few feet away from the car as she reaches into the driver side to pop open the trunk. It pops open and the homies step back expecting something to pop out.
MCF walks to the back and puts her hand on the trunk. Stopping before she opens it. She looks towards the homies noticing their hesitation.
MCF: Don’t be shy… Though go easy on me, I don’t know how you guys do this without losing your lunch. It’s such a crank. But you who am I telling.
MCF opens up and stands to the side to display her prize. She takes a peak from the side and bends over, catching herself before throwing up.
MCF:Not this time mutherfuck…(She says to herself as she burps)
Homie 1: What the fuck…
They take a small step forward and look into the trunk.
Homie 2:Holy shit!
They all take a step back and turn away from each other and start to throw up all over themselves.
MCF loses it at the sight of the others throwing up.
MCF:(Laughing between heaves) And here I thought I was just being a pussy.
The homies stumble away back towards the steps.
MCF slams the trunk closed. Standing between the car and the homies to confront them walking away.
MCF:Hey! You said to go handle my business! Aren’t you going to help me clean this up?
Homie 1 takes another step up the stairs while addressing MCF
Homie 1: You’re fucking crazy, bro. What the fuck are we supposed to do with that?
Homie 2: Why did you even bring that here?
Homie 3: When we said handle your business, we meant stir up some Twitter beef or something.
MCF looks concerned and puzzled. She was sure the Homies would have been proud of her.
MCF: (Laughing) Social media aint really my thing… I didn’t know what to do… This was my first job…(She pauses as she hopes for a change in their expression. Her concern expression cracks into an innocent smile)
Fades to Black
Working Title Appears
“Blood in, Goth Out”
